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And Gianna Proudmore, who is the culprit, quietly left Silvermoon City, she used a teleportation spell and came to the island of Quelldanus in the north.

There was no one left on the island, and they all went to Kael'thas to be a part of the pile of corpses.

Gianna was alone, walking towards the south side of the island, with a silver coffin floating beside her.

The Well of the Sun, the repository of the most powerful magical energy in the entire continent of Azeroth, is the source of the High Elves' eternal power, and the true goal of Gianna's trip to Quel'Thalas!

Several elven mages noticed the presence of strangers, and they didn't know about the tragedy that happened in Silvermoon City, so they were very surprised!

Gianna waved her staff with ease, causing the mages to fall to the ground...... At this most critical moment, she was reluctant to let anyone bother her......

There was a dragon groan in the sky, and a huge frost dragon flew over at Gianna's orders, and it stopped hundreds of yards away from Gianna, and its icy aura overflowed, not allowing anyone to come near here.

"Arthas, my dear, you will come back to me!"

Gianna gently opened the silver coffin.

A rotting head was taken out of the coffin by Gianna, his face had long been blurred by the erosion of time, and he could only vaguely feel the breath of the former prince of Lordaeron......

Gianna carefully placed Arthas's head into the Well of the Sun, followed by the body, then a severed arm......

The Well of the Sun shone brightly, bringing Arthas's corpse together slowly.

Gianna wasn't in a hurry, although she could get Arthas back on her feet now, she wasn't willing to do so, she hoped that the powerful magical energy in the Well of the Sun would slowly repair Arthas's broken body, which would take some time.

Gianna gently waved her staff, letting the pale blue arcane aura envelop the corpse in the water, and the magical energy continued to flow towards this side!

Suddenly, she frowned.

Tikdios, the cunning Nasremz is calling her.

Considering the emerald green flame emblem in her heart, Gianna finally called the Frost Dragon and asked it to guard Arthas, and she used a teleportation spell to return to Silvermoon City.

……

The sound of battle could still be heard all around, but it was obvious that it was almost the end, and there were not many living elves left!

The Dreadlord Tikdios, covered in the blood of the elves, stood in the garden on the outskirts of Silvermoon City, looking excited.

"Miss Broadmoore, I find it more and more a pleasure to work with you now!"

"What's the matter?" Gianna asked with some dissatisfaction.

"We're planning the next move! This elven city has been destroyed by us, and we should sweep away the human kingdom before the news spreads completely! Tikdios smiled and said, "Moreover, I have been prepared for this for a long time!" ”

"Then go ahead and do it!" Gianna said coldly: "The command of the Scourgeon is handed over to you, do whatever you want, but I want to stay here for a while!" ”

Tikdios frowned, but it wasn't bad news.

"In that case, then I'll go!" Tikdios said in a deep voice, "But Miss Prodmore, you have to be careful, if Lord Akmund knows about your actions, I'm afraid Neozu will be a lesson for you!" ”

"I know very well, you can rest assured!"

Without taking advantage of his words, Tikdios flapped his wings and flew into the sky, and at the same time, the army of the undead, which had been mighty, began to slowly march south!

At the same time, of course, there are also a large number of undead left in Silvermoon City, and it will take a little time to completely destroy the city!

……

The sudden arrival of monsters caught the High Elves of the entire hall off guard.

Blood stained the white carpet red, and the corpses of countless elves fell to the ground, it was not that they did not organize a counterattack, but the fragile counterattack was not worth mentioning in the face of this group of cold-blooded monsters......

A large warm hand grasped Liadrin's small hand, it was von Delors, the old priest's hand that radiated a warm holy light, illuminating the surroundings.

"Don't be afraid, kid!" He kept his voice as quiet as possible.

As he spoke, he worked hard to use the Holy Light Spell to heal the elves around him who were fighting to the death!

Liadline tries to learn from her teacher and summon the Light, but the Light does not accept her response in the slightest...... Her hands were shaking, and fear had already filled her mind!

A huge fireball flew over, blasting an abomination that had hacked to death more than a dozen elves to pieces.

The Grand Magister Bi Luohua returned, her face was very pale, her body was covered in blood, and all kinds of powerful magic smashed towards the group of undead like mercury, and the groups of undead creatures turned to ashes in her hands.

The undead finally retreated a few steps!

"Lord Biluohua!" The remnants of the elves quickly gathered around.

A holy light emanated from von der Loer's hand and shone on the Grand Magister, helping her regain a little strength.

She gasped and said, "We have to get out of here, it's full of undead creatures......"

"If we're gone, what will happen to Silvermoon City?" The old priest asked.

The elves were silent, and they all knew that maybe today was a stranger to Silvermoon City.

Bilova glanced pleadingly at Von Delors, and the old priest finally nodded, he understood what his old friend meant.

He looked back at Liadrin, who had been there in vain to summon the Light, and his eyes were full of kindness, and he walked over to Birohua.

"Please do me a favor!"

"If I can do it!"

The old priest whispered softly in the ear of the archmage.

Birovar glanced up at Liadrin, and nodded.

"Let's go!" She pulled an emerald green orb out of her pocket, and a powerful storm of energy appeared around the elves, and they were swept into the sky and flew towards the outskirts of Silvermoon City!

After flying not far, the storm stopped, everyone fell to the ground, and the color of the orb in Bi Luohua's hand slowly faded, with so many people, it was impossible to fly far with the power in this alone.

A gargoyle in the sky seemed to spot the fleeing elves, and then hordes of undead swooped down on them.

The elves ran away one by one, but it was very rare for them to escape at their speed......

Liadline found herself being pulled in.

The Archmagister's hand caressed her shoulder, and she felt a powerful force!

"What are you doing?" She glanced at Bi Luohua in shock.

"My old friend, tell me to do him a favor!" Bi Luohua gave Liadline a doting look.

"My remaining mana is only enough to teleport away one person!"